Freestyle Cypher

Voices in my head never wanna leave...
Voices in my head, constantly haunting me...
Wake up from a nightmare, I'm sleeping, but this is not a dream...
This is an image, a vision, in where a God is seen.
No. Floating away.
Ocean display. 100 percent focus, but my emotions are vague.
There's not an emoji or emoticon I chose to display.
Moments are grey. No control, just letting you know "I'm OK"
This... addiction, eating me up.
Seemingly greedy as fuck, to me, it's enough.
I don't usually even feed in this stuff.
Chapel walls fall around me, I carry this burden.
This is my soul, digging up dirt, that I will bury in person.
I walk through the grass, with shorts on - I'm not scared of a serpent...
They think a terrorist lurking TSA, cause he's wearing a turban.
Nah. You're just closed-minded.
You're so wine-ded. It's cold. Zero-below climate.
Throat's breathing that snow air,
Timberland's in the garage, outside, with my toe's bare
Because I am token, with no fare.
You wanna walk in my shoes, this is some Moccasin's
Hot enough to melt the outer layer right off your skin.
Been so determined to live off of verbal linguistics...
I can't stop burning my bridges.
I stayed in my comfort zone. Nervous, and vicious.
Homebred, local talent - never learned from a business.
Sociology 101, who's the professor?
Walked out of the class before I can choose the semester...
That's real... filming my life off a Super 8 reel...
Choose your fate. Life is a life - there isn't no rules to make.
How can you relate?
Your windows so tightly done.
You were in outer space fore' the flight BEGUN.
So enlightened in your ivory tower, waving your nose and...
You're not even in the starting line up, yet you claim you were chosen.
Scoff at these cats, they don't know what the struggle's like...
Makes you a lot more humbler, like the quotes on the Tumblr site...

I see a pummel in sight a beat down by street clowns, gullible life full of it type to me sounds like tunder could strike n lightening pounds, enlighten them pounds with a dullest of knife, bullets will fly the goodness will die

should we devise a plan that will open their eyes
if not...then a wood to their eyes
so they will see the root of the matter is proof in disguise
these tunes, digitize; human device fusing with i -
phone, pod .. people, music is like the body snatcher
calmly watching. spawed disaster. only the strong will match wit
using match sticks. writing utensils - fiery pencils.
dying to meet you.

Closing chapters, pages ripped from the manual
Already obtained something they never could understand to do
Breaking the 4th wall, like Deadpool, pointing to you....
Overview, much like The Void, a celluloid to few...
Composing music, but not to a standard...
I'm candid... local bred, from Ontario and not to be branded...
Scary thoughts in my head, soon as I drop into bed...
Visions of evil creatures passing by on an optimal trend...
But I'm to meet family in the morning, so I got to pretend...
Like I am normal, and be cordial and mechanical.
Speech patterns far from organic, tho it's been planted, so...
The seeds in the ground around me can grow...
Introverted personality is how I be.
Out of town, or even how I key.
Back since 2003.
Young ass motherfucker making rounds on the forums
And kicking key shit on boards, aptly titled since it was out of my boredom...
Now it's fast forward more than a decade
And I haven't evolved... didn't really study the pattern at all.
Shit, the value-creation business is the LEAN form.
EVER since I adopted the philosophy I was reborn
But not exactly, it's incremental steps that I gotta take.
Reading through these pages feeling not as great
Cause being at the top carries a lot of weight...
And the burden is mine.
Responsibility that I hold simply wording a rhyme.

every cursive aligned
every curse in a line, submerged in sublime verbiage;
designs flourish in time. murmured in kind
biggup to Celph for every verse he's devised
every words designed in perpendicular lines
perfect diction of a craft fixed on wordings and rhymes
its a fix. the words and rhymes, merging mind
picture frames lit in angles surging through time

its the birth of the light. working an idea
assure its worthiness. style's, a merging of 90's wordsmith and now.
verses transfixed with absurdest twists.
the murky depth of the mind lurks;
intending to emerge in the end.
usurping the trend; the hurdle spent' working to jump over's pretend
"Appeal"'s really a realm of deep detriment. dealing til the wheels lessen
and .. the real lesson is will i still be here til the end
now here's a question.
so does flow diminish over time?
like eroding minerals since the roaming of single probes
in a less than rapid spinning globe -
- fuck am i yappin about, really though?
while i was keystyling this, a thought drifted so
but fuck i forgot what it was - word son, it was genius tho
think it was something to do with keeping the soul?
breathing the old, and breeding, or some shit like that
sometimes i wish i'd record every spit that i spat
limericks and raps often surface when creative beast runs a-ramp
remember when nas said:
"begin like a violin, end like leviathan. its deep? well let me try again"
bet that night he pen the line he let his inner silence run wild. its fun!
Once in a while we're self-taught that rhymes can become
a merging of violence and guns with a dash of mind medicine
in times when purpose is blurred and lines' were penned with style and substance

And yet all substance isn't substancial
Constrained due to financial means intervine
Enhanced view intercedes and leads the way to the NEW DAY
Now hear the trumpets play
I ain't Xavier Woods, I'm a trill nigga smoking on that good souffle
Understood?
We can go at it two ways, when dude blaze, usually? Truthfully?
Got two types of haze, mixed in with some diesel, maybe some grape or kush
I feel sorry for those who relate to bush, fuck it..
And shout out to to all those who don't touch it
If I was more like you I wouldn't have to ball on a budget...

I don't give a flying fuck what comes out of my mouth
because I draw an abundance of plausible substance causing eruptions
from thought process drops, in conjunction
to knocking out punches on interval bases, chasing the dragon
placing you complacent faggots out of the box, without any shots...
So now you can watch how ill I am, indeed
I still feel like I can kill a man, proceed to build the plan, I need
a milligram of weed before it can happen...
A force of nature, a morbid attraction of formula 1 racing cars, warped into action..
I, absorb the matter of words on a platter, observe
and rearrange the gathering terms with such a passion, the reaction of it it's shattering nerves...
The man on the verge of insanity, a tyrannical purge
causing outlets of electricity to stand for the surge...
As I'm damaging nerds with such a contrast, bomb tracks take advice...
I'm making rights land to the roof of your mouth...
Don't even know what the truth is about...
I am the Peruvian pure music that is used in this route...
It's not confusing, I shout the fusion of skill abusing in bouts...
With will, unusual amounts of ill penning, I'm still spending time
penning lines. A medics mind will never find the anesthetic
credit I'm given, considering I've offered them a solution
By listening to these idiots spit like they're actual lyricists
and after hearing it? They're confined to the their room.
I am the maniacal mind of a goon.
Firing like Clint Eastwood, inside a saloon.
Bullets graze your cranium faster than the speed of light...
A demon like that stupid shit you believe in, right??
Fucking moron. I go on all day about how I can bully.
But it wouldn't matter unless you understand the magnitude of my power, in full... we
Don't gotta be in the lottery, I'm tired now...
I'm sleepy. Lying down. Unique keys are so vibrant, wow.
Trying style on these idiots wiling out, like Nick.
- Canon, I'm a rebel. No t5.
See my, point of entry is a Challenger, no rear wheel drive.
I'm blasting through the competition, with the speed of a space shuttle
gaining momentum.
You see there forecasting? Is playing against them.
You see, that so called skill of yours? Is a made up invention.
It certainly doesn't reflect talent observing what you say in a sentence
What I'm saying is, I'm a Saiyan's ascension.
Your brain is in a tamer dimension
I'm just playing the game with a free, which is I ironic, because you're PAYING attention.
To me.
The pencil I weave? It's mental, it'd seem.
The fabric of talent suspending belief, is also trending unique, intended to speak
To these kids, representing the street.
It's my momentum, it was lent to a sheet.
With a force, you can see the indention before he's sent to his seat!
Wow. Better know your place.
I smile, but it's not actually me there, like an Emoji face.
Leonidas, "This is Sparta!" battle cry before I kick you inside...
a hole in space. Not even Wiz Khalifa would know these WAVES...
Ugh. No twitter beef, either.
This is the facts, you're the best? Then let me see research.
Let your pages be a testimony of what you can write...
Make sure none of your inner workings are something of hype...
I'm not a chump. You thought you'd
rock me off of the edge...
But I'm cocky, I walked myself there, n' stopped at the ledge.
Henry the 8 with my degenerate hate.
Cut your head off of your neck. Then put a carbon copy of shit there
in the spot that is left!
Fucking idiot. You don't know how high I am going?
So high I can see pilots below the height of this moment...
I'm a giant, you know it.
A goliath, that can't be slain.
Plans of fame. Dance around the candle flames.
Your in the jungle now, n' it's John Rambo's game...
Knife to your throat.
Anything that pours out of you? CAN be claimed.
Yep, I'm setting it off.
I'm compelling, you fellas have saw.
You were never this raw.
You degenerates draw out the Candidate, no Eleanor Shaw!
I'm telling you, blah. BLAH.
Fucking sleepy as fuck.
It's 5:30 AM. And this cypher's the only thing keeping me up.

I wasn't bred to be callous, peers just happened to be less heinous
imposed to stressed peasants I just happened to have habits of bad malice
moving past manics; I amassed a concoction of pernicious mass merits
acetic saliva when I spit, my self-transcendence is planned vengeance
started out - with maiden scripts on faded ink and a penchant for exposure
succubus, paying dues, sweet chariots won't carry me for my petulant persona
pick a-part or pick my cherry, I ripped it out self handedly cos it lacked density
poured it in a cup and fed it to a stray dog - guess hard work paid off!
now the concept's bitch made.

Twisting the knife full circle like a goddam switch blade
Picking at the threads to undo the lies a snitch made
Catch a running knee to a bulldog, see them punks?
I could be chinky eyed, half blind, breathing skunk
And still be more aware than the intellect impaired
Pulling the legs off cockroaches, insects beware!
When Mentill grabs the pencil mistakes are erased
Fast drivers get loose brakes, you fakes get few shakes

its like due date. head of a spook state.
Satan dun split his wigs, he sends his hellion toupe
Etrigan spit that souffle
get ur eggs cracked and bread snap on a tuesday
grab the booz, Shea, toast to a few dead goons
who swear they on that same pedestal and judge juday
t'fuck's a "juday"?! rhymes more forced than noob's page
grab the loot, k, while i smash these dude's face

Like a blackout in a circle jerk we're asking 'who raped'?
The homicide was hard to play back when recorded on loose tape
Guerrilla ambushes played on goose steppers in that fool's state
Inglorious bastards running backwards raise the question 'who's great?'
The mood makes me homicidal, lusting for revival
Of pac, big, l, pun and Jesus' according to the bible
We need rewards for the survival of those who skip the detox
Break out of fort knox and think outside the box

word from Northside of Boston to southside of the Bronx
dividing and conqueor like Gatti and Ward
Kylo and Ford. Fuck my father, he gone
i stay reppin the emptiest darkest side of the force
light sabers slice faces, yea who want it God?
colliding with swords. Swift violence's the law
canine's and jaws when we unleash the clan
shit...i got more arms than the Venetian man
what? who what war? fuck peace, let's dance
i breathe in genocide and sleep with Death
impregnate Shiva, have Krishna eat my kids
deep disturbance i'm knees deep in spite
Pistol to Liu Kang's head and have sonja blade scream for life.

I'm the Dark side of the force for those who need the light...
Come to me, at the own accord, of course, n' seek advice...
I'm too passionate at this rapping shit,
but I tend to relax a bit, cause I feel like I have already mastered it...
But nah, not even fucking close.
So much variables to this,
And I've only excelled in 10 percent of it, I barely influence
So it's more about observing outside the culture, to see which carries the students...
The apex of music is all alternatives...
So, as I'm wording this, I speak about cultures that don't involve rap.
Like a fusion of both music approaches, n' knowing how to use your emotions...
Once you've got the basics of that, the cues move into focus
Then, the possibilities are endless on what you can compose with...
It's like a sudden realization went off in my head...
Six sense shit, almost feel like I can talk to the dead...
Envelope in my hand, thinking to myself, should I open it?
Am I ready for the responsibility that I know exists...
For decades we've transversed almost all topics that can be discussed...
Simply by reading up, or looking through Wikipedia.
We're a reflection of our ancestors, we're copying and changing...
The blueprint, but deviating in our concept and presentation...
From off of a generation of Kangol hats to long T's...
To chinchila and Taut' jeans. Where it'll go is beyond me.
It's mind boggling how long it's been
Since I've actually consciously looked at the music that's inspired me.
In its entirety. I'm obviously influenced by the best.
And you can see that with whatever I write in text.
But even to a certain extent, the influence from the radio
of now, finds a creative way in my style.
It was about mechanism and structure - that's changing around...
There's no one way of "laying" it down.
Look at the best artists, many of them aren't about meticulous schemes...
With complex lyrical themes, where we're not even clear what it means...
Terms of Endearment, we fear the machine.
We fear the unseen. We aren't perfect... but our history
we wear it like jeans. Which is coincidental considering it's the inherited dream.
To live like kings, n' rock with a passion.
But even this verse is old dialog that's been rewinded so many times that
You just see a name n' the same game beside it.
Don't even know what to do.
You can only put so many words together when the formula's brewed...
Wake up in the morning n' view
the the instrument of recording a tune.
Get that voice in your head as a warning, it's noon.
Drop some more in the booth.
NOW. before the silence is ordered the move.

I tend to explore all the views
despite the shadowy crevices
we cram all the messages cause it's vital pursuit
the spirals and spools,
weaving intricate testaments of insightful truth
the sleeve's where the heart reside, i'm just following suit
and I smiled...everytime I see the body accrue
whether ur bodying crews or dropping that smooth
logic to youth, the product is proof.
acknowledge the clock work
tick tock, Time is Kubrick, piecing cinema veritae
working the clock as heat supples into orange and beige
sharpening blades, to tear into arrogance
through air and in space
its fairer to say that interests is lost over years and decades
Fear is my nemesis as i peer into empty space
the clearing, the empty taste - no cheering? no "yea thats great!!"
so we bear a charade. extracting the pains of youth
compliment complements,
but every insult has its grain of truth
chain to musical melodies as we face and rebuke
the stage .. where usage are refrained by the boos
like "damn, yall who? me? thought we was paper and glue"
cease to amaze me. so i say "where's the apology, duke?!"
makes no logic when i started niggas were awesome; Like God to me
the bars. the schemes. concept moved like chakra, it spawned a deep
respect for the art. No sleep, just carving rawest thoughts on docs and sheets
even when I'm pressed for time, they stay impressed, no apostrophe
every day im charting streets and lands where they've never been
a clan of exoskeleton insects raiding with retro spins
guess again,
shit was a metaphor for a society bent on death and grim
pestilence. Yes, thats it. Flexing creative pursuit,
trading "im in it" for "eminent"; seperate from the troops.
Unity don't move units, Compare the Drakes to the Wu
Individualism is only recognize when chasing your "coons"
So i guess the question:
Would u rather be fly or play that crazy stand up dude?